Lyrics:

Bibles dressed in spandex pants
If you could get the girl to dance, she'll follow you all the way to heaven
And grab your heart through your sweaty chest
Clutch it to her longing breast
She'll go with you all the way to heaven

She's crying now, but tell me what she's crying for
She'll follow, too, but tell me who she's following
She's longing, but tell me who she's longing for
She thinks of your image as a stained-glass window